Poems from kjgeiger
They have almost finished their journey,
Over 300 pages already written and now so many options.
Will he take his life for her?
Like such...
I asked a girl, who had red hair, what it meant to love,
We talked for hours, endlessly, the characteristics of our beloved.
Compassion...
The mind is the most dangerous tool
Equip with the weapon of thought
And dripping with self-doubt and destruction
It is brutal
No one...